Don't care anymore
what this is for,
what we could forge
or what I might do.
It's true,
these facets have 
factored out of this statement.
And bias bites
but lovers lie
and toss like fries
in the wreckage. 
Only the truly foolish
win the truly courageous,
hearts on mend that
can't depend on
much more than death.

Pass the proper medication,
dedication to the frost
that depletes my warmth.
Hearth that I can't portend
or pretend to love anymore.